In "Decision Time," Editor Brian Lovett shares a scenario from his 20-plus years hunting turkeys. Each hinges on a critical decision. Post what choice you would have made, and then see how things actually turned out.

Conclusion: Elysium

My friend had more experience than I did, so I deferred to him. Using big white oaks to shield our movements, we slipped to the field's halfway point, found a small opening in the timber and set up.

"Have you ever noticed how turkeys rarely walk from one end of a field to another?" my friend whispered. "Many times, they'll duck into the woods at a certain point, and this looks as good as any."

And that's exactly what happened. As the hens slowly came into view, one turned and walked straight at us. Within a minute, a half-dozen turkeys were five steps away. Then the gobbler appeared, looked at his hens and turned to follow his harem. When he was at 35 steps, my friend cutt, and a loud boom cut the heavy morning air.

OK, I cheated on this one. My friend was the great Harold Knight, and he was showing a young turkey hunting writer the ropes. Back then, I never would have killed that bird on my own. I was just honored to have watched a legend make a great decision.